Madison High School - Trojan Yearbook (Adrian, MI)

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V A L E D l C T O R Y JEAN WEs'rEmv1AN HERE are many who year after year have seen the students of Adrian Senior High School present their Class Day programs. We ourselves have wit- nessed several of those delightful events. It is with regret mingled with anticipa- tion that we come to the close of our high school experience. We of the Class of 1935 have never known the carefree joys of affluence. We have been drilled in the hard school of depression denials. From that experience we have learned early in life a true sense of values and that the essentials of happi- ness are in simple things. As a class we have been through the deep sorrow of the loss of five of our dearest friends, through the joys of accomplishment in school activities, through the satisfaction of arriving at the end of our high school days with the feeling of work well done. From that experience we will go on, some to a higher educational field, some to find their places in the business life of our community. But go where we will, the friends we have made, the principles of living we have acquired and the ability to study through and complete the task before us, will be the foundation of our lives. We have seen that he who is earnest and enthusiastic for the task at hand goes farg that in the deepest sorrow, our memory is of happiness. We have found that right finally succeeds, that all disappointments and failures are but experience to help us take up our work with more intelligence, and that even our rest and leisure are but to refresh our minds and bodies that our waking hours of activity may be more keen. And now, as we, the Class of 1935, bid farewell to the faculty, our lower class- men, and the dear halls of Adrian High School, we hope that we may so live that we may be able to say, as did Robert Browning, that each of us was I One who never turned his back, but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, sleep to wake.

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1 KATHRYN Kisi-IPAUGH .IEANNE GOBBA Zin Hllemnriam BURING our three years in Senior High School we have lost through death Hve girls whom we all loved as classmates. Arlene Cole, who died during our first year, was a kind friend to all who knew her. She had been in the class from the time we began kindergarten. At the time of her death she was very prominent in school life, being a member of the orchestra and the glee club. Hazel Wietenhagen was killed in an automobile accident during October of our second year. Her smiling face and cheerful, quiet manner caused her to be greatly missed. She was a good student, highly esteemed by her teachers and school-mates. During the second year, also, it was a great shock to everyone to learn that Helen Brehmer had died in an Ann Arbor Hospital. Hers was a quiet, unobtru- sive personality. She was honored in her art work during high school, having won prizes for posters she had designed. We miss her a great deal and she will always be remembered. In February of the Senior year, the student body was griefstricken by the tragic deaths of Jeanne Gobba and Kathryn Kishpaugh. These two girls, who had been members of the class since kindergarten days, were very prominent in several senior activities. Also they were members of the Sickle Staff. Their passing has caused a vacancy in our school life which we have been more and more painfully conscious of as we Hnish our course without these two. As a graduating class we pay the tribute of remembrance and love to the memory of these five girls. K

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SALUTATORY MARGARET YEUTTER ONIGHT, as in years past, a graduating class is here to bid you welcome. We have looked forward to the day when we should stand before you and say, We are now ready to begin in your way of life, and are men and women soon to take upon ourselves the task of livingf' You are here to witness our farewell to the irresponsibility of youth and our welcome to the trials and joys of life. Our class is glad to have you here, for it is good to make a beginning in the presence of friends. This is truly a great day in our lives, for the future has many things in store for usg hope and disappointment, success and failure, happiness and bitterness. Our class faces the problem of an overcrowded world, in which we must take our place without using our elbows too much. The social life is now complete with- out us, we must make our way. We must find jobs, or, if there are none, make new ones. For the past twelve years our lives have been planned for us. When we left school one year it was only to return the next year to find our assignments all planned, our work in readiness. Now, that is not so. The majority of us are through with school and face immediately the problems of an adult who has his own way to make in the world. We can dwell no more in the mystic shadow' land of childhood but are come now into the light of common day, with work to do. We know that our life will not be a bed of roses, with no thorns, but we do look for- ward to doing many things to help. Many graduating classes have gone from school with the idea that the world was a great big rock candy mountain, where there were streams of milk and honey running down the slopes, and all things were provided. This leads to many heart- aches and disillusionments. We do not believe in that idea. We know that no one is offering us a living for nothing. We must work for what we get, and, what is more, provide the work. There are many new fields open to us, if we can only find and utilize them. It will be a long road, and a hard one, for conquering is not easy. We can no more ride out on white chargers and kill dragons, our difiiculties must be met in a long and steady fight. Our place will be hard to find, and because of that we ask you, our friends, to bear with us and guide us to be good and honest citizens of our country. A salutatory is a welcome, and I have fulfilled that requirement in welcoming you to our Class Day program. In reality, however, yours is a greater welcome, for ou are welcomin us to our world of res onsibilit and reali . Y S Y P Y ty